By the time Merlin finally returned to the Eclipse Domain, the sun was already beginning to descend toward the horizon.
He had just completed a difficult mission requested by Shane himself.
If one looked at him, the old mage seemed considerably less impressive than one might expect from someone who had just stopped a Draconic Army…
His robes were slightly scorched around the sleeves, several strands of his gray beard had been singed, and there were traces of dried blood on his staff. However, Merlin himself appeared perfectly calm as he walked through the gates of the shelter.
The Draconic Army had appeared several days earlier in a region far from the Eclipse Domain.
It had consisted of Fire Salamanders, several Wyverns, a group of Dragonoids, and various other creatures possessing traces of draconic blood.
For an ordinary Survivor group, encountering even one of those creatures would have been enough to force them into a desperate battle.
